. that's not the word. Consistency? No, that's not it either. How do I say this? I love being Master's slave because the role itself becomes my home. ...It's like a safe little cottage for my heart.I do everything Master asks me to, but the truth is that he takes just as much care of me as I do for him. I hate making decisions, really. Nothing makes me more nervous. I actually will have small panic attacks when I'm faced with a choice. The day after Master took me in, he had to come pick me up at. Womans exotic smell made me mad and my tongue and mouth started exploring that triangle which contains honey suddenly she trembled since just the touch of my mouth and tongue sent an electric shock through her naked body. Her cunt was sweet tasting and soft, the juices were running down to my mouth and it felt like honey to me and tried to crawl inside. I licked, nibbled, kissed and bit every delicious fold, crevice and crack of her hot wet cunt and at the same time my hands were making nail. I removed my socks and finally I had to remove my form fitting briefs but I hesitated. I know he could see the uneasiness in my wanting to display my privates to him.“Come on Jamie, you’re almost there, don’t turn back now you won’t regret it.”His words weren’t cruel, they were encouraging. I placed my thumbs in my waist band and with a slow turn I pulled them down taking my head to my knees with my back to him and my ass displayed for his pleasure as I peeked around my knee at him. I could see. I was my own life partner.“Sakshi! beta come down already, the food is getting cold!! ”—————————–We were returning from the school. Me and my best friend Shweta were the only two girls left in the bus. The bus driver knew my Dad and hence he made it a point to drop me to my home, personally. Aged old fellow, a very nice person he was. Wizened by age, mellowed down by virtue.He had a new helper today, with him. A gangly boy of about 27-28. Birju he called him. He talked to some guys from our.